When the world was created, four crafted it carefully…molding every tree, carving each river, sculpting each creature. They hollowed out the oceans, and filled the continent and world with life.

Three decided to give themselves into the planet, providing the magic to its core, while one stayed behind. It lingered on the surface, surveying the kingdom of life it helped to create.

Just in case. And there have been such cases, such scenarios where its power is needed, in dire times over Luxoria.

It has been sleeping, biding its time, until its next calling is heard.

The sun rises in the east. Do you hear me?

I’m calling you now. Heed my words.

It is time to end this once and for all.

- fluffy chubby girl who wields a big sword. she can't really wield it actually; she does bard type magic by playing her sword like a theremin.

- battleworn mercenary with a zillion knives stored in his coat. primary weapon is a lance

- big benevolent bird-erson paladin, with red, blue, and orange plumage. big hammer!

- tiny half dragon girl who is ABSOLUTELY ready to FIGHT GOD AND WIN. she fights with her fists, readily

- soft flower boy. totally opposite energy from the dragon girl. everything he touches grows flowers. some kind of druid maybe?

i need one more contender here, but this could be a solid crew?